Showing posts with label musik. Show all posts
Showing posts with label musik. Show all posts

Monday, December 03, 2007

hejjsan, det var ett tag sen jag skrev om vad s0m hänt i mitt liv och om nån därute väntar på sånna uppdateringar, då får ni fortsätta vänta ett bra tag till. Grejjen är att jag inte riktigt vet vad som pågår i mitt liv nu och vad jag kan skriva utan att få människor efter mejj, så jag kommer hålla en lättsamm stämmning ^^

jaha, såå.... nu har jag inte så mycke mer att säjja... ^^'
har börjat lyssna på en gammal låt, elr inte egentligen så gammal, men det är ett band som jag lyssnat på förr, när jag var mindre. The 5, 6, 7, 8's, dom e faktiskt bra!! ^^ och lite ovanliga låtar om man ser på vad jag brukar lyssna på (tex: billy talent, simple plan,
the used, breaking benjamin, type o negative osv...) så det e lite kul faktiskt ^^
dagen till ära hade jag tänkt mejj att ladda upp video men det går inte från youtube.com till den här sidan och det ända stället där det går ifrån (dailymotion.com) så finns inte videon.
men frukta icke goda människor (om sådanna finns... ^^') som har tagit sig hit, jag lägger upp nått annat, hold on ^^


From yesterday
30 seconds to mars

He's a stranger to some
And a vision to none
He can never get enough,
Get enough of the one

For a fortune he'd quit
But it's hard to admit
How it ends and begins
On his face is a map of the world
(A map of the world)
On his face is a map of the world
(A map of the world)
From yesterday, it's coming!
From yesterday, the fear!
From yesterday, it calls him
But he doesn't want to read the message here

On a mountain he sits, not of gold but of sin
through the blood he can look, see the life that he took
From the council of one
He'll decide what he's done with the innocent

On his face is a map of the world
(A map of the world)
On his face is a map of the world
(A map of the world)

From yesterday, it's coming!
From yesterday, the fear!
From yesterday, it calls him
But he doesn't want to read the message
He doesn't want to read the message
Doesn't want to read the message here

On his face is a map of the world

From yesterday, it's coming!
From yesterday, the fear!
From yesterday, it calls him
But he doesn't want to read the message here
From yesterday,
From yesterday,
From yesterday, the fear
From yesterday,
From yesterday
But he doesn't want to read the message here
But he doesn't want to read the message here
But he doesn't want to read the message here

jaha, nån som inte överlever nu när jag uppdaterat?? min kreativa blogg uppdateras faktiskt mer än den här så kålla in den åxå ^^
A Window Into My Deepest Me

Saturday, December 01, 2007

fantastisk låt!!!

okejj, för ett ainte allt för längesen såg jag en helt otrolig film med en kompis, älskar den här låten!! den e typ soundtrack elr nått å den å jätte bra!! <333333>
Gary Jules - Mad World B.O.F
Uppladdat av chilavert

å här kommer texten... ^^

All around me are familiar faces
Worn out places
Worn out faces
Bright and early for the daily races
Going no where
Going no where
Their tears are filling up their glasses
No expression
No expression
Hide my head I wanna drown my sorrow
No tomorrow
No tomorrow
And I find I kind of funny
I find it kind of sad
The dreams in which I’m dying are the best I’ve ever had
I find it hard to tell you
I find it hard to take
When people run in circles its a very very
Mad world
Mad world
Children waiting for the day they feel good
Happy birthday
Happy birthday
And I feel the way that every child should
Sit and listen
Sit and listen
Went to school and I was very nervous
No one knew me
No one new me
Hello teacher tell me what’s my lesson
Look right through me
Look right through me
And I find I kind of funny
I find it kind of sad
The dreams in which I’m dying are the best I’ve ever had
I find it hard to tell you
I find it hard to take
When people run in circles its a very very
Mad world
Mad world
Enlarging your world
Mad world

Saturday, September 22, 2007

6 dagar kvar... å lite till

Jaa, som ni kanske märkt ligger det nån låt i slutet på varje inlägg och det är sånna som förklarar hur jag mår å så vidare... Det är mina favvo band å så, kännde bara att jag var tvungen att berätta det för mamam undrade vad det var å då tänkte jag att andra kanske inte heller fattar... Aja, idag ska jag inte skriva nått speciellt för jag mår för illa, tänkkte bara publicera en låt... Ha det bra!
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Ice Nine Kills
Last Words
Here goes the story of a kid we thought we knew
He hid a hate inside and had a state of mind
That put him in his grave
It began with his friends
They never noticed the despair in his eyes
From the pressure
His life was etched in stone
Before he made a choice of his own

And hes dedicated
For everyday that hes made it on his own
In his fathers eyes hes a pair of dice
He wont be number one
He cant be number one

So he tries to comply
With everything theyve ever asked
And his life is stitched with one-way tickets
To places he dont want to visit
He says Im never gonna be perfect
Maybe I dont deserve his trust but Im doing the best I can
Ive never dealt with such pressure
Feels like my whole lifes etched in stone
Before Ive made a choice of my own

And hes dedicated
For everyday that hes made it on his own
In his fathers eyes hes a pair of dice
He wont be number one
He cant be number one


So save your breath cause youll need it when you hang from a rope
Cause of death:

Obvious from your suicide note
The last words that filled the page:

if no one will listen than no one will miss me when Im gone
Across town his dad falls asleep all alone
Never knowing he was never going to come home
The last thoughts that filled his head
Ill tell him Im sorry Ill say I regret what I said

Its your life
Ill live my own life instead'


And hes dedicated
For everyday that hes made it on his own
In his fathers eyes hes a pair of dice
He wont be number one
He cant be number one

His bedrooms filled with emptiness tonight
As the silence cuts through like a knife
Knowing hes not there

And hes dedicated

For everyday that hes made it on his own
In his fathers eyes hes a pair of dice
He wont be number one
Im never gonna be perfect
Maybe I dont deserve his trust
He cant be number one